Chapter 963 - 359: Captain Fang, Is That All!?

After speaking.

Fang Qingyu still sat casually on that soft leather sofa.

Covered with the Starry Eyes, he calmly watched the elder in the red robe at the main seat.

There was no anger or murderous intent in those eyes, only a kind of mocking that was close to pity.

On the screen wall.

In the suffocatingly thick blood-colored ocean of the underground space.

The figure of "Fang Qingyu" remained frozen.

While the real Fang Qingyu.

Sat leisurely in front of them.

Chen Yuanshan’s wrinkled old face stiffened noticeably the moment Fang Qingyu finished speaking.

The gentle humility on his face peeled off like inferior paint.

Revealing the sinister undertone that had been buried for countless years beneath.

However.

The stiffness lasted less than half a second.

Like a face change in Sichuan opera, the stiffness was quickly replaced by a smile.

He even slightly turned his head, curiously casting his gaze again at the screen displaying the blood-colored space.

"Hehehe..."

Chen Yuanshan began to laugh in a low voice.

He refocused his gaze on Fang Qingyu, and those cloudy old eyes clearly reflected Fang Qingyu’s image for the first time, carrying a hint of curiosity.

"Captain Fang truly... always manages to surprise this old man."

"This old man is curious, since you can see through my poor acting, then who is that Captain Fang on the screen?"

He didn’t pursue how Fang Qingyu saw through the staged death.

Nor did he care about the despair on the faces of the powerful behind him.

His entire interest seemed to rest on the "Fang Qingyu" trapped within the blood color.

Fang Qingyu did not answer.

He didn’t even bother to lift his eyelid, merely shrugging slightly, as if finding the question unworthy of a response.

He stood up slowly, his movements stretching and leisurely.

He even raised his hand to dust off nonexistent dust on his gray combat uniform.

"When you die."

Fang Qingyu’s gaze calmly landed on Chen Yuanshan’s face, "You’ll naturally know."

After speaking, he took a step forward.

An invisible aura quietly began to spread.

"I’m in quite a hurry over here." Fang Qingyu slightly tilted his head, his lips curling into a faint arc, "I wonder, is Old Captain intending to die once more on his own, or would he like... me to see him off?"

Since Yan Lin researched that the person whose faith led the Celestial Punishment Association was a Corpse Driver.

Fang Qingyu locked his target on Chen Yuanshan,

After all, having been trained by He Manhe, Fang Qingyu was already accustomed to such staged death tricks.

Thus, seeing Chen Yuanshan here, Fang Qingyu was not at all surprised.

Instead, he couldn’t help but want to comment.

These people always liked doing flashy things.

Chen Yuanshan listened, and his smile deepened.

"It seems Captain Fang is indeed in quite a hurry."

He slowly stood up from that luxurious sofa symbolizing the main seat, the corner of his scarlet robe silently falling onto the carpet.

"Never mind..."

Before he finished speaking.

An indescribable aura suddenly burst from his hunched body.

Boom—

Like an invisible tsunami sweeping through the entire space!

Expensive solid wood coffee table, crystal liquor cabinet displaying famous wines, priceless oil paintings on the walls...

All the luxurious furnishings in the reception room exploded in an instant upon contact with this aura.

"Then let this old man... personally see Captain Fang off!"

Chen Yuanshan’s voice rose from the storm’s eye.

The red robe fluttered without wind, rustling loudly.

Deep within his cloudy eyes, two scarlet points of light like blood began to burn.

Amid this explosion, those ten power magnates, who were sprawled on the ground and pale-faced, seemed to glimpse the only chance for survival.

One tried to crawl towards the door using arms and legs.

Another attempted to shrink into a corner, eyes flickering with the final spark of survival instinct.

However...

"Ladies and gentlemen, since your federation headquarters has already been wiped out wholly by Captain Fang."

Chen Yuanshan’s cold voice abruptly rang, "Nowhere to go, akin to lost dogs..."

He suddenly turned his head; those blood-infused eyes accurately locked onto each figure attempting to flee.

On the aged face.

The ferocious smile cracked open like an abyss.

"...Then why not stay here, to offer the last effort to our exclusive God?"

"No—!!!"

"Spare us! Chairman Chen!!"

"We still have value! Still..."

The tragic screams and despairing wails were instantly drowned out.

A series of dull, tooth-gnashing sounds of explosion, like ripe watermelons being simultaneously crushed.

Ten human bodies showed no sign of resistance; suddenly they collapsed inward and twisted on the spot, then...

Burst open with a roar.

Flesh, bones, viscera...

At that moment, were forcibly crushed by an irresistible terrifying force.

Turning into ten masses of blood-red paste.

Thick blood splashed in all directions, drenching the luxurious carpet in a thick layer of dark red.

Those ten figures who were alive moments ago.

Along with their wealth and power, were entirely reduced to a slush of foul, repulsive meat on the ground.

Fang Qingyu stood still.

His garment corners untouched by any of the splattered blood.

He watched the human world’s purgatory scene expressionlessly.

His gaze calm as a deep pool, without a single ripple.

Even if Chen Yuanshan hadn’t acted.

He would not have allowed a single one to escape.

Now, it just saved him some effort.

In the bloody turmoil, the luxurious reception room had completely descended into a chaotic scene.

In the vast space.

Only two silhouettes faced each other across this glaring scarlet, remotely confronting one another.

Chen Yuanshan slowly turned around, the hem of his scarlet robe soaked in the pool of blood.